Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.